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Blog Tour: A Shot of Bourbon by A.C. Land

This is my stop during the blog tour for A Shot of Bourbon by A.C. Land. This blog tour is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours. I’ll share an excerpt from the book and there’s a tour wide giveaway to win an ipad mini.

Seventeen year old Charli Valentine didn’t expect to spend the last few weeks of summer break nursing a broken heart, icing a black eye, and watching her ex kiss another girl. Since being a good girl has gotten her nothing but heartache, Charli decides to give rebellion a try. She pigs out, drinks, and hangs with Luke Parker, the son of the infamous Bourbon Butcher.

But there’s more to Luke than meets the eye. His tough exterior and terrible dialect hide a good person despite his bad boy reputation. No matter how hard he tries to fight it, Luke is drawn to Charli’s innocence and finds her clumsiness too charming to resist. Though they’re from opposite sides of the tracks, neither can resist the magnetism drawing them together.

When Charli discovers a box in her mother’s closet, she pieces together the truth about Bourbon’s past and uncovers a deadly secret about her family. And once Luke learns of it, he vows to protect Charli no matter the cost.

Excerpt:
LUKE

I pulled out my cell phone and a cigarette—the fourth one I’d smoked since Charli left. She was bound to be the leading cause of death among seventeen-and-a-half-year-old males named Luke who could hardly contain their hardons when her perfume wafted past.
I stared at an empty text box for too long. I needed to say something. It didn’t have to be important. Maybe I’d tell her what a bitch she’d been for leaving with them. Or something nicer. Something that might make her smile. Just something to let her know how pretty she looked tonight. There was no harm in that.
– You took my breathe away, Charli Chip.
Realizing I’d messed up, looking like the white trash idiot she probably thought I was, I hurried to type another one.
–Breath. Fuck. I meant breath.
Shit, I’d said fuck.
–I didn’t mean fuck. I just meant…you’re beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone so gorgeous in my entire life. I wanted to wrap you in my arms and keep you forever.
Did that sound creepy? I didn’t want her thinking I was actually going to kidnap her. My words were figurative, she’d know that, right? I wanted to keep her until I was done bagging her, and then I’d be done with her. So…not forever. For tonight. Maybe tomorrow morning.
-Not trying to be weird or nothing. Just saying. You’re…you. So…yeah…
Oh damn. Was there any way to un-send messages? I stared at the screen for several minutes, expecting something. She wouldn’t just not respond. Charli wasn’t like that.
I was alone in the grocery store parking lot analyzing what Charli Valentine would and would not do with her text messages. There was something wrong with me. I was sick. I’d caught some sort of virus.
I shoved my phone into my pocket. I wouldn’t look at it again. I wouldn’t message her again. Fuck her. She didn’t want a compliment, then she could go straight to hell.
When Colly finally locked up the store, he was business-as-usual. “Did you bring h-home the finance report from the garage?” He walked around the truck and crawled behind the wheel.
“Uh, was I supposed to?” Finance report? Hopefully he meant the little book with carbon copies of receipts. I slid into the seat, very aware of him not looking at me.
“I w-was going to figure the months…” Shaking his head, his fingers tightened on the wheel. “You don’t think she’ll sleep with him after h-he pulled that, do you?” Hunching over in defeat, he breathed “Don’t answer that.”
“If it makes you feel any better, she looked miserable with him. Not just, like, a little, but a lot.” Whether she’d sleep with him was a whole other story. From what I’d heard, Lonna Stuart would take her clothes off for just about anyone.
Anyone who didn’t have the last name Parker, that is.
Not that I’d ever tried. That was a fine line I’d never cross. She’d never tried either, probably not wanting to ruin my brother’s infatuation with her.
Her crazy, female brain fed off of shit like that, and she thrived knowing he was dying just to be near her. His obsession would pass, eventually. It made me feel better to know one day he’d be a famous football player, and she’d be a washed-up housewife. Fat. In my fantasy she was fat.
I was dying to rub that in her face.

About the Author:
Author of the Bourbon Series, A.C. Land has been a lover of stories since she first read about Peter Pan giving Wendy an acorn and teaching her to fly. A.C. always dreamed of telling big stories about small towns.
Residing on a cattle farm in Missouri, A.C. loves playing with her rambunctious Jack Russell, Riley, making decorative cakes, taking pictures, drinking pumpkin spice coffee, and hanging out with her nephews.